23 Years Ago Today...

"Twenty-three years ago today, we watched your first Red Sox game together," my father said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. For no real reason, I looked up the box score from the game. It was the nightcap of a double-header with Milwaukee on July 5, 1982, which the Sox lost 4-3. I was just over a day old. But just like my father has always said, I saw all-time great Carl Yazstremski hit a home run that night. And, as Dad pointed out, although I was too young to remember it, that game is something he and I will always share.

For those who might be interested, it was a nice relaxing birthday weekend on Lake Penneseewassee: a little swimming, a little cake, and a lot of QT with my family. And in typical fashion, I scraped my ankle on an underwater rock while swimming in the middle of the lake.

Something about that place is very calming; I don't think I've ever slept better than I slept on the top of that bunk bed. Plus, every time I go back to spend time with my family, I really do feel older and more mature. I've been floating a bit for the past month: staying up too late for no real reason, feeling listless, letting my responsibilities slip. But when I came back from this weekend, I felt grounded again. I can only hope that feeling will continue.

I hope the holiday treated all of you well.